People who love me want to see me happy. People who really care, pray or even get out of their way to make sure I am happy. They’re happy when I am. Funny, I’m happy when they are too.

But what if I lied? What if I told them and showed them I was happy. When in reality I was struggling. Struggling with regrets, with hopes, with ‘what ifs’ and ‘what nots’.

Is prayer really a different form of magic? But for how long will the spell last? How many spells is one allowed to cast?

If I told them I was unhappy, wouldn’t it make the people who love me feel unhappy too?

Perhaps..

Status is just a word. Some people act like a victim when they could simply get up and leave. Leave all the negativity and toxic behind. Let that giant step leave a mark on their foreheads. Big fat reminders they will face everyday and use to strive daily in order accomplish what they came for.

And pray. Pray relentlessly that the decision they’ve made will follow them with the smallest twinge of regret.

Like the questions that will come; “Did I do my best?” “Did I give my all?” “Was I being fair?” “Will I fall or will I fly?”

Then the voice of Erin Hanson will answer, “Oh but my darling, What if you fly?’